was after that black year.
2015.
back then, I experienced a complicated relationship with Death.
after knowing her, everything changes.
colours and shapes,
the invisible becomes visible,
earth is just a small ball in the pocket
of your old second hand jeans.
after you learn how to dance with death,
steps, rythm,
what else could stone you anymore?
so I was sure THAT WAS THE END.
I’ve noticed that after all kind of endings I passed through,
peoples do miracles inside me.
I believed was not the case anymore.
„girl, stop relying on patterns!”,
I said to myself.
BUT, in 2016, the truth is that I fucked Death!
I fucked everybody!
my job, my friends, my terrestrial ambitions,
my finances, my social status,
my fears, my limits.
you all went crazy looking at me, ah?
I was that little brownian particle
in your perfect system, n’est pas?
yeah!
was great!
then I met Charles,
downtown, in the medieval city.
his face was old, but he seemed so fresh!
he looked at me with that hidden smile
and said: „women!”
now we are living in same house,
sharing same room, for which
he doesn’t spend any money
to pay rent.
this son of a bitch!
luciabordeianu 
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